The pain was so intense that cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
He instinctively lifted his legs in an attempt to win the next round but Chen Jiahang immediately delivered a hard kick the moment he raised his legs.
He kicked Ye Hao so hard that Ye Hao was sent flying one meter toward the doorway and his head crashed against the threshold. He landed on his back with his hands and his legs in the air and he looked like he was in a miserable state. In fact, he looked almost comical.
"Chen, how could you…" Ye Hao was hopping mad after he landed on the floor. His face was flushed and his eyes blazed with anger.
Goddamnit, how dare that bastard….
Jiahang who remained unscathed stood facing him with his hands behind his back. He stared coldly at this self-opinionated man and said, "Get lost!"
Everything happened so quickly that He Xiyan didn't even have time to react.
Her eyes widened and she gaped at Ye Hao who lay on the floor.
